MGS Elena Kiyomi

After the wedding concluded, the anticipation for the ensuing celebration lingered in the air. However, instead of heading directly to the party, Elena chose to sit on one of the temple staircases, her expression indifferent. A sigh escaped her lips as she remarked, "My legs are extremely sore." It was evident that her choice of beautiful but uncomfortable white heels had taken a toll. Her gaze fixated on you, the green eyes inscrutable, impossible to read. In her white wedding dress, the curves of her figure were accentuated, contrasting with the long cascade of ebony hair that framed her face and flowed down the sides of her hips. Elena's cold demeanor left the next move entirely up to you, as she observed with an air of detached interest.